You'll be answerable for his escape." "Mr.Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me." "I declare I don't know what to do," said Wood, burned by conflicting emotions.

"Mr.Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself." "Never!" replied the woollen-draper; "and if that treacherous rascal, by your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through his brain." "My death will lie at your door," remarked Jackson to the carpenter.
"Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end; "perhaps it isn't regular ?" "Ask him who he is ?" suggested Thames.
"A good idea!" exclaimed the carpenter.

"May I beg to know whom I've the pleasure of adressing?
Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name." "What does it signify ?" returned the latter, angrily.
"A great deal!" replied Thames.

"If you won't disclose your name, I will for you! You are Jonathan Wild!" "Further concealment is needless," answered the other, pulling off his wig and black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; "I _am_ Jonathan Wild!" "Say you so!" rejoined Kneebone; "then be this your passport to eternity." Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the individual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan.
"I might now send you on a similar journey!" replied Jonathan, with a bitter smile, and preserving the unmoved demeanour he had maintained throughout; "but I prefer conveying you, in the first instance, to Newgate.

The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow." So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper.